Darkness
Of the Spirit
Cherish and embrace it;
Deep, - in the darkness stands the forge
In which the Divine Smith does His hard work,
With the anvil as the altar,
And the hammer beating
To make Soul, in
Darkness



Darkness
Do go through it!
Let it take you beneath,-
Below the seat of emotions,
And the turmoil of the life of sunshine,
and callow vapid happiness,
To the quiet place where
New Life trumps
Darkness




Darkness
Is a great gift,
Souls are fashioned in it,
By the anvil and the hammer,
Sparks are flying high as the only light,
And the beating is the music;
Edge and heft is bestowed,
And substance, - in
Darkness

© Elizabeth Dandy